I’ve lived the fog of distance –life’s highway a series of hillsdestination without promise Have learned that acceptance gains perspective,that climates change, and hope sustains,and that in the stillness dreams renew. Now I travel quieter paths, appreciatespace, have surrendered to a slower pace –certain that this too will change. (image my own)
Goodbyes tarnishfaith, like ashesscattered My heart grows dismissal,craves a balm of connectionseeks quiet harbour Remind me what it feels like to be safebreath nurturing life,love a rhythmic flow In meditationI reach for peaceimagine salvation But this wayward chaosunrestrainedcements me in doubt Tainted intentionsI lift up to the Universea tempest without hope My soul incubates malicea […]
One Woman's Quest II 
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Very lovely, VJ, and so true.
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Thank you, Eugi!
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Most welcome, VJ.
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It’s lovely, VJ. It’s true.
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Thank you, Miriam
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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“the magic of color to unleash the unknowable” – so good!
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Thanks wynne
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Oh…the power of brushstrokes. I think my mom understood and it’s why she painted. Thank you, VJ. 💕
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I’m sure she did – so much is expressed in colour that could not be said otherwise.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome
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I love this! It’s perfect.
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😊🙏
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